Yesterday, Madre & the Crays picked me up early so we could make the two-and-a-half hour trek to go pick up the newest member of our family.

A ShiChon.

Y’all, I have never seen a cuter puppy.

We still haven’t decided on a name, but this little cutie is the newest member of our family!

With all the changes around here, both good and bad, Miss *insertnamehere* has definitely brought some light to our world.

Throughout this weekend, while I was at home, I studied and wrote papers, but also had the TV on.

Yes, I am aware of all the studies on distraction, but I have to have noise while I study, and if it’s music, the audiophile in my starts browsing iTunes.

Anyway, this is the best weekend ever in TV.

>>Harry Potter Weekend<<

You don’t even know.

I feel like this was ABC Family’s early 18th birthday present to me.

They CARE.

I haven’t even watched a whole movie through this weekend, but catching the snippets is enough.

I am of the Harry Potter generation.

I grew up wanting the courage of Harry, the comedy of Ron, and the brains of Hermione.

I learned more about life, spirituality, and death from these books and movies than I ever have sitting in a pew.

I’m most definitely not a traditionalist.

JK Rowling created an intergenerational experience through her writing.

Mama read them before I did, but I remember when I finished the first book (it only took me four days), it was 1 or 2 in the morning and I had to go to school the next day.

I ran into her room (the Princess was a baby so she wasn’t sleeping anyway, or so I tell myself) and told her I finished it.

I remember the emotion that filled me, I was exhilarated, ready to run into the Wizarding World and create my own adventure.

I cried and laughed when the characters cried and laughed. I was there alongside them every step of the way, rejoicing when things went right, and crying when things fell apart.

My friends and I used to play Harry Potter, it was a way of life.

I cannot begin to tell you how much I owe JK Rowling for the awesome relationship I have with Madre. If I had been driving somewhere and forgot to text her when I arrived, I’d get a Molly Weasley-esque phone call of “Where HAVE you BEEN?”

We’re funny like that.

But tonight, instead of following the ways of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, I hope to follow in my mama’s footsteps.

Tonight is STUNT election night.

For my non-Wesleyannes, STUNT is the best thing ever. It was started when a rising senior student could not afford to pay tuition for her senior year. Her awesome sista-frands (yes that’s a word) decided to host a skit competition between the four classes, and by selling tickets, they would be able to pay for her senior year.

Sisters stick together.

Mama was involved in STUNT every year she was here.

She was the Chair of her STUNT committee freshman year because she was one of the few with a computer. (I’m thinking that’s not going to guarantee me the position 😉 )

I have grown up looking at pictures of STUNT, listening to songs to figure which ones would be good to rewrite the words to, and thinking about props to reserve.

STUNT is for real.

We don’t play.

I hope to be on the committee that sends our class over the top and to help us be a rare freshman class to win the STUNT Cup.

Going to STUNT last year solidified my decision to come here. It is such a fun night; alumnae come back to support their sisters, all the classes do their chants, and to this day, several rising seniors are allowed to continue through their senior year because of the ticket sales.

And if I do make STUNT committee, you are ALL required to come support your girl. 🙂

So wish me luck, and I will be sure to post whether I made it or not here on the blog!

But until the meeting, I will be enjoying Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows.

7 thoughts on “Harry Potter, A Puppy, and STUNT”

YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I love me some Harry Potter. When I was in London in 1999, I saw this elaborate display in a bookshop and thought, “What’s this all about?” I picked up a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and started it on the return flight. I wanted to sit in the parking lot at the airport and finish it so I wouldn’t have to wait through the drive home!